Hell Yea

[Verse 1 - 2X] They say he lonely, he ain't got big homie He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me Only reason he succeeded was reverse E Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA ("Chka-chka Slim Shady") ("Dr. Dre") [Bridge] Consume my body, found a trace of gangsta party But I don't give a fuck in my artery It's BME but fam forever part of me [Hook: Obie Trice] I'mma have to go on without quote-unquote (Hell yea) You know the boy Trice dope Put a few of you niggas through high school Hyped ya IQ, average man into a psycho (Obie!) You know I got 'em big homie This ain't so long, I just had to own me BME 'til a nigga C.P I'mma do it for the D (Hell yea) [Verse 2] Yeah, it broke my heart seein Beans and Hova As a music listener I know who y'all vote for But e'rything black's not white, white's not black That's the music business for ya But as a consumer 'stead of you gettin a tumor You opt out for the obvious bloomer But the least obvious the one that'll do ya That's learned knowledge from comin up in the sewer And I ain't wreckin my cap to (Fuze) the gap I just want (Yoo-hoo), this is the music to adapt And if that ain't real rap Obie Trice need to fall back - fuck that [Hook] [Verse 3] Through digi' design might lose my mind So the digits I make won't be a surprise Eyes wide open, Obie know you're fake You ain't gotta say a word, I can see through your make Wait 'til I get in hip-hop I'mma take Give it to the needy, he who appreciates No it's not the hustle But you gotta have some type of love for this culture I grew up to Muster up somethin for the folks who appreciate vocals 'stead of them duds that make 'em roast you Who am I to coach as well? I'mma take a different approach, you niggas pound-sign, fail [Hook] [Outro] OHHHH! BME!, Obie Trice!, Bottoms Up!